| I heard Akin got the fiends copping real hop and been rocking
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| Shit hot since Kane, Rakim, Big, Pac and Reebok and
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| Rob Base’s «Takes Two». |
| Strikes hit in Beirut
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| Crackers in the White House and weak rap that make you
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| Recognize finally just why y’all rewinding me
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| Like Cube in the tape deck—bet that’s what the CYNE’ll be
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| Hardcore sonically, circa 80-now shit
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| All I see: suck—and fuck it. |
| I renounce this
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| Eight-man, hip hop gorilla, all-monkey type
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| Shit’s surreal—for real, I’m living in a twilight
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| Catch me if you can cause, man, I’m time bandit
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| Trapped in Jim Crow South with John Landis
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| Peace-love nigga, but damn. |
| I can’t stand this
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| I’d rather talk race, war, sex—that's quite candid
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| Cool nigga who figured I’d be the new nigga
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| No shame or guilt, though. |
| Casanova thrill—mo'
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| Ladies with they legs wide—goodbye to dildos
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| Yeah, goodbye to dildos
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| So what you want? |
| That music that bump? |
| Then give it up
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| For these two niggas at work and bet it up, fucka
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| Live on the set—that's us. |
| Elephant stomp
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| You little earthling chump. |
| And keep it moving like
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| Them boys don’t know how to stop. |
| So call the cop
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| Cause a New World Order—we are
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| Elephant Rome
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| Spark radiant, shine summer fire that works wonders
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| He ice-glass prism in the sun that blinds others
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| The serpent and the rainbow—he bright like Day-Glo
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| Colors within the black light a price to pay, though
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| He’s still like three assassins—stance of a dragon
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| With eyes of brown fire, he breathes with a passion
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| Deeper than coal mines—my mind is disaster
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| Fuck up shit like FEMA—no help for you bastards
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| Loves to pick fights with third world regimes
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| Adult Swim through wet dreams. |
| Final Fantasy king
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| Pilot without a jet jet-set, so who’s next?
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| Aviator with legal papers, walking the line—yes, yes
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| So what’s the reason? |
| It’s the focus and thesis
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| Creativity my deity—I worship uniqueness
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| Searching for peace tearing me into pieces
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| It’s smoke and mirrors—don't fall for cheap tricks
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| So what you want? |
| That music that bump? |
| Then give it up
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| For these two niggas at work and bet it up, fucka
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| Live on the set—that's us. |
| Elephant stomp
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| You little earthling chump. |
| And keep it moving like
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| Them boys don’t know how to stop. |
| So call the cop
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| Cause a New World Order—we are
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| Elephant Rome
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| To my family, I drift apart. |
| Can’t blame it on the art
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| This music I made my love. |
| I chose the life. |
| I was
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| A schoolboy, big dreaming. |
| Naïve youth gleaming
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| In me was old souls. |
| They begged to scroll poems
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| Inspired by Nasir Jones to write the life unknown
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| Break from robotic life. |
| Plus, I’m aquatic type
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| Free as spring water. |
| It’s like I gotta prove self
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| So I sing harder. |
| Hoping I’m understood
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| My time like see-saw. |
| Paradise
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| Slice night today and bring war. |
| Reality. |
| Therefore
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| Apologies will go to
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| Ife, Moji, and Kemi, hug my nephew
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| It’s been a minute
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| Damn, Rashid Lynn’s pen handed me ammo
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| To break out the jungle. |
| Rumble—I'm now Rambo
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| Rounds on my waistline—shoulder kids, scramble
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| Quick for the fix while you trap stars ramble
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| On your big yacht, big chain—kill sambo
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| Y’all awaited hip hop emancipated
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| MTV wack rap crack sedated
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| The souls of black folk sold for gold-plated
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| Ornament. |
| Man, peace hip hop belated
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| Peace hip hop belated |